SepticRaven
"I'm scared." A little girl's voice spoke in the darkness, tiny hands tightening their grip on a dirty pant leg.
"You'll be fine kid, just kill anything that moves."
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Willow was a soldier, and being alive was her war. Five year old kids weren't meant to fight undead creatures, but life wasn't fair. Until she ended up dead or the world reset, she'd keep fighting. Willow didn't fight for herself though, she fought for family, and, as far as she was concerned, her father was the only family she had left.